34.（組詩）蒙特利爾老城暢想之四：古巷之夜 （Night of old lanes)

34. 蒙特利爾老城暢想組詩之四:
老巷之夜 (Night of old lanes)
 
文/黎曆
 
那些暮色塗抹的天空
鳥兒歸巢了麽
 
那些深居簡出的老巷
花兒綻開了麽
 
鳥兒落在昔日窗台的憂傷裏
花兒開在時間擠扁的窄巷邊
 
當暮光一次次席卷街麵
鵝卵石就因剝落滄桑而錚亮
 
一段古老的傳說 披新潮皮衣
戴入時鴨舌皮帽 皺紋卻爬滿屋簷
 
那是昨天麽 畫廊裏
一幅鏡框竟挽住了斑駁的流年
 
懷念 從露天咖啡館杯盞裏浮起
讓傷感爬滿雕花的柵欄
 
教堂的鍾聲不懂街燈的寂然
一隻鴿子卻能依燈而眠
 
浮動的音樂 輕繞女人優雅的頸項
男人性感的手腕 但笑卻有些曖昧
 
滿載星光的遊覽馬車沿街遊蕩
馬蹄聲敲碎八月這個蒼白的夜晚
 
寫於2017年9月3日星期日3PM

(Series of Poems) Imagination of the Old City of Montreal, Part Four: Night in the Old Alley
By Li Li

Is the sky painted by twilight,
Have the birds returned to their nests?

Have the old alleys, secluded and quiet,
Seen the flowers bloom?

The birds settle in the sadness of the old windowsills,
The flowers bloom by the narrow alleys, compressed by time.

As twilight sweeps across the streets again and again,
The cobblestones shine, having shed the weight of the years.

An ancient legend dons a trendy leather jacket,
Wears a modern duckbill cap, yet wrinkles crawl up the eaves.

Was it yesterday, in the gallery,
That a picture frame seemed to hold the faded years?

Nostalgia rises from the cups at the outdoor café,
Letting sadness climb the carved railing.

The church bells don’t understand the silence of the street lamps,
But a dove sleeps by their light.

The drifting music gently wraps around a woman’s elegant neck,
Around a man’s sensual wrist, but the smile is somewhat ambiguous.

The tour carriage, full of starlight, wanders down the street,
The sound of hooves shatters the pale August night.

Written on Sunday, September 3, 2017, at 3 PM